I’m sorry.

Sorry for trying to prove myself to you.

Sorry for getting angry.

Sorry for never letting you know how proud I am of you.

Thank you.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you for the pain you carry, the pain you hide, the pain you share.

Thank you for your advice, your help, your rebuke.

Every year, the demand increases and the…

or properly, Of My Brother, on the Occasion of His Birthday, in the Style of Geoffrey Chaucer’s “The Knight’s Tale”

O, hark to hear my tale of boy and man!

While merely nineteen years to his lifespan,

Halfin wasn’t sure if Munda really heard something, or was trying to keep from admitting she believed him.